Hit Your Head In The Wall

Hit Your Head In The Wall

some reality, really ironic
the truth is left on the brink
shadows and twilights emerge
there's only vanity to summarize

poetry praising ego and libido
inked whims melt in the alter ego
they only smell of dirty stench
an empty soul will never quench

self centered attention stressed
the hopes for escaping repressed
introvert, shut in from reality
opposed symptoms of a double personality

insomnia and hallucinating senses
reflect a morbid state of trance
the soul fights a shadow danger
like an unexisting rogue alienator

rage comes like a motiveless reaction
repulsive to any incoming salvation
as any outsider is foe considered
when addiction is the served master